Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me by Thedora Birnir

Chapter 1638:

He felt helpless, uncertain how to ease her pain.

After hesitating, Ernest slipped off his shoes and climbed onto the bed. He wrapped his arms around her, lying beside her with a gentle hold.

Nerves prickled at him.

Even though they had Locke, his memories of that distant night were hazy. The details had faded so much that he could hardly recall anything at all. This was the first time he held her so closely, fully present and aware.

Was he crossing a line by taking advantage of her vulnerability?

His throat tightened with uncertainty, but before doubt could win, Elissa shifted in her sleep and tucked herself closer into his arms.

Her restless tears slowly faded.

A gentle smile crept onto Ernest’s lips. She needed him here. Right now, being there for her meant more than worrying about appearances.

night, Elissa woke

had roused her

glowed—a small comfort that Ernest had left on for

finally adjusted, she discovered she was nestled tightly against him. Color rushed to her cheeks. She distinctly remembered him sitting at her side earlier. How had she ended

cringe. She tried to shift his arm away as

“You’re awake?”

low voice broke the

she looked up at him

better now. Are you feeling alright? Does your head still hurt

a little

slipped from him as he

Sit tight—I’ll

to do all

already late, and she